I have a tendency to absorb the speech patterns of others. Accents, word choice, phrase structure--I tend to pick these things up from what I read or whom I talk to. When I've been with my family you can hardly understand me, I sound like a total redneck. And you remember, there for a while last November I started to develop one of those fake Madonna-British accents when I went to London. It's not intentional, I just can't help it.
Presently I'm editing a ms (that's jargon for "manuscript") written by a fellow for whom English is clearly a second language. So I frustrated to finding myself thinks insides my head like this ways, and even I dream it last night, some strange Northern European heavy accent I not even heards before. God helps me, please.
To make matters worse, 600 of the 900 servers I support for IBM are located in Topeka. Lately we've been having a lot of meetings about Topeka, as the mucky-mucks are sitting up now, looking around, blinking their precious innocent little doe eyes and saying "Where are we going and why are we in this hand-basket?" These Topeka meetings have created in me an insane impulse to shout "It's HOT in Toe-peeeeeka!!" or "I'm a hot toe-picker!" and then just laugh madly. I swear to you. I actually did say it during one meeting this week. I think I've had too much Nyquil.
Anyway, here's why. My son's been home sick, giving me Cartoon Network as background noise while I work this week. Subliminal messages...I was baffled and hadn't a clue why I developed city-specific Tourrette's Syndrome causing me to yell "toe-picker!" against my will and better judgement every time my clients say the word Topeka.
Then I found this and it all became clear to me. (And now I'm also a Bloo nut. He's the coolest cartoon ever.)
This makes me laugh every single time I hear it!
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